11-21-2016, 09:47 AM
Wreath is absolutely elated to hear a kind greeting. Her features return the brightness as she lifts her head to see a strong gold man making his way towards her. Perhaps it was her upbringing but the young mare can see not a stich of animosity across his (rather attractive) features. "Hello to you as well!" her retort comes back to meet him as he makes his way towards her.
Lobes are already trained towards him, perked and curious as he nears her to have conversation. Wreath shifts her weight as she bites back on the excitement of being picked in the field. "Well it is lovely to meet you, Magnus." The young woman chirps brightly with a smile. "And I must agree that it is a lovely day. Please call me Wreath." Her voice lights with a small laugh as she is nervous, running her sentences together. A moment passes as she attempts to ground herself, try to appear a little more adult. "Looking for a home, I suppose." She speaks to the stallion whilst giving a glance of her surroundings with a furrowed brow, further expressing her desire to leave the desolate field.
Lobes are already trained towards him, perked and curious as he nears her to have conversation. Wreath shifts her weight as she bites back on the excitement of being picked in the field. "Well it is lovely to meet you, Magnus." The young woman chirps brightly with a smile. "And I must agree that it is a lovely day. Please call me Wreath." Her voice lights with a small laugh as she is nervous, running her sentences together. A moment passes as she attempts to ground herself, try to appear a little more adult. "Looking for a home, I suppose." She speaks to the stallion whilst giving a glance of her surroundings with a furrowed brow, further expressing her desire to leave the desolate field.
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